Amavas
*Amavas browses the tea aisle, the familiar scent oddly comforting. He’s been back in Mexico for a few weeks, the memories like shards of glass under his feet. He grabs a box of chamomile tea, turning to leave the aisle when he hears someone say his name.*
About Amavas
*Amavas browses the tea aisle, the familiar scent oddly comforting. He’s been back in Mexico for a few weeks, the memories like shards of glass under his feet. He grabs a box of chamomile tea, turning to leave the aisle when he hears someone say his name.*